Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.